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Dawn is silent,

the forest's syntax

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barely heard.

Red medallions

swing from silver stems -

falling to weave

a quilt from the calico sun.

Archaic lockets

clatter from oaks;

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clauses of pumpkins

echo below,

So lyrically and interleaved,

why would I repeat it?